Beth Teliho is a wife, mother of two lunatic boys, writer, and artist living in wouldntyouliketoknow, Texas. WriterB is Me is where she unleashes her candid, crazy, sometimes filthy, a little naughty, but-will-always-leave-you-with-a-smile stories. You’ve been warned.

Bards’ Verdict: Beth writes so beautifully it hurts. There is much beneath the surface of her poems and the wonder is in trying to follow the threads from her words to her soul, and maybe, if you look hard enough, catching a glimpse.

Bruised again, the sky swirlsBillious yellow, ombre’d in greyAnd threateningShaking its fist at my countryWith all the force a Polar Vortex(now defrosted)Can muster.

It flies closer to the groundThe shelf of cumulo nimbus riding tight:Suckered to the roof of the cityAnd not letting go

I hold my breath

It begins, sending me running for my carThat welcome shelter as the rain begins in earnestNo longer the half-exciting splatty dropBut thick, mean rainHurled down with maliceAnd vengeful intent to wash us all away

Wipers scream against the washWorld blurring, water-tornAs rivers rise up alongside every roadAnd begin to flood over pavementsSo rapidly – there is no space leftThe grounds are fullMy country is saturatedAnd beginning to crumble

O miserable walkersI half want to stop and take you inGet you out of the rain, but you won’t all fitAnd minutes in, you’re already soaked through

The skies swirl on, a break of blue here, to teaseAnd then, from spite and sheer bitchinessDarkness closes aroundAnd hail is spat downPeppering the world with shards of iceViciously pelting those who remain unprotected

And still the waters rise.

Yet by the time I’m homeIt’s all but blown overBlue skies are backAnd hints of shining goldTo offset the moody grey

Those clouds, sent scudding on their wayKnowing that once again they’ve won

I appreciate the time-to know each other– to understand the other-to discover togetherThere will never be enough time to forget you.

Culture and circumstance made us naïve.Here, all the dirty work is done. I only know how to live in a placethat takes life for granted.Where you come from nothing is easyit’s all dirty work.I appreciate Courage-to do the right thing-to make a difficult choice-to love another enough to try to save them-to go back in time and circumstance -to risk everything-to love you, trust you, let you goI’m grateful-for time spent together-for everything you’ve taught me-for what we taught each other-to know the risk had to be takenEven though I won’t see you again, I’m grateful.